Life
An old man lived in the village
Once upon a time, in a quaint little village nestled between rolling hills and lush greenery, there lived an old man named Mr. Thompson. Mr. Thompson was a kind and gentle soul, beloved by all who knew him in the village. He had lived in the village for as long as anyone could remember, and his presence was a comforting constant in the lives of the villagers.
By Sheik Mansur2 years ago in Writers
Vocal Media Writers Collaboration Facebook Group
**UPDATE 2-15-24: Now Free Join!** Hello. I wanted to talk again about the Vocal Media Writers Collaboration FB group. Firstly, it should have had a shorter name; I’m aware of that. Anyway, I posted a day or two ago about the group with a very technical and methodical approach. However, despite a lot of my post being that way, thanks to my years of freelancing, I wanted to talk about it in less of a “stuff-shirt” way and more of a way that is me, and much more casual.
By Timothy A Rowland2 years ago in Writers
Phoenix Rising: Maya's Inspiring Transformation
Maya's cycle began in a previously remarkable neighborhood where burden and desperation entered the air she free. Brought by her grandma up in the midst of the reverberations of setback and yearning, Maya figured out an alright procedure for checking out at life's lopsided scene with a power that bended her delicate years. Notwithstanding her family had cleared out this world rapidly, their memory held up inside Maya's heart, a straightening out light in the midst of the lack of definition that took the necessary steps to overwhelm her.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 years ago in Writers
I Was Robbed In Tower City. Content Warning.
I was robbed yesterday morning at 5:00 am on the dote apparently in the investigation Detective Don has done. I was craving a banana nut muffin, and coca cola. When I think about a government section Social Worker job something I am degree seeking my thoughts are naive. I dreaded writing this article because it feels like I am exposing feelings I don't know if I'm ready to share. I wish I could forget this I really do. I thought by speaking to my mother in-law it would help me feel not so victimized it was opposite. Something else to deal with in therapy I should share the city of Cleveland for my emotional scars. But what would that do? I thought I wanted justice. But what would that do? I want my life back I want to not feel like a victim. I want to stop feeling like shit.
By Emily Radford(Rising Phoenix)2 years ago in Writers






